Slow Fade
Isaiah 40:8 “The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever.”
One doesn’t get up in the morning, look into the mirror and exclaim “I think I will let my marriage get rocky today!” The very thought of that situation makes us laugh, albeit nervously, telling ourselves that we would never let that happen to our marriage. We go about our days, patting ourselves on the back, reminding ourselves that we have a Godly marriage. A marriage that is maybe a little cracked and marred but safe from the world, safe from being “like their marriage”. We move through our days together, feeling a little put out over this, a little bitter about that, perhaps even a teeny bit angry over that one little “if he would only”.
Sure, we haven’t had a date night in months. But he works, I work, we both can’t seem to make our schedules work. There are the grand kids, the yard work, the cooking, the cleaning. There is small group, men’s bible study, women’s Journey. Oh and don’t forget the volunteer work with the ministry, church on Sunday, and that event I volunteered to help with. I just don’t think we can fit one more thing into our schedule. I mean really. Didn’t we just take the grand kids to the movies last week? Doesn’t that count?
And so it is with our marriages. At first, they seem bright and colorful, full of all the things that make us smile. We proudly put our marriage first. We are a couple, a team, always together. We lay out our plans for early morning Bible study, family review time every Sunday, date night every Friday. Then work calls us out of town. Family comes to visit after church. One of you is a night owl, the other a morning person. You miss a day here, a week there, a month goes by and you have barely seen each other. The colors get a little dim, the edges a little dry and brittle, the days get a little droopy.
copyright@2012 Michelle Welch The Unclaimed Gift
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